A Grand Adventure (that almost made me puke)

So it's quite a joyous occasion when you find someone who shares your interests. Especially when your interests are as off the wall as mine.

Aly and I were watching Tony in his music video via Youtube when we got the idea to go stalk him (see sharing interests, we're creepy like that). So we look up his address and then gallivant off to find his house. We find it and see him in his home eating dinner. Do you find us awkward? Well, it gets better. We then proceed to stalk our art teacher, which is basically a weekend ritual for us. We found it rather scandalous that he wasnt home considering it was eight o'clock on a school night. We then decide to stalk Kurt which takes some time because Aly couldnt remember where his house was. She then drove us to Platt Park, which was terrifying considering the legends beholden there. That gives us the idea to go to Neon Road to see if the ghosts would move the car tonight. We cut through the school parking lot, and who's car do we see? The Art Teacher. As we drive past, I vocalize the idea of knocking on the window to say hello. She says yes, but I have to do it because she's far too scared to do it. Probably because of a long standing idolization and crush on said teacher. She parked over by the dumpsters, about twenty yards away. I snuck over to the window and peered in to see if he was there. Sure enough, he was at his computer. I knocked on the window three times and smiled and waved. I never actually meant to scare him but that's precisely what I did. And it was beautiful. He flailed around in his chair and distinctly said "Jesus Christ!" I immediately dropped to the frozen ground, laughing so hard that I thought I was going to puke as Aly begins to drive off. She came back, of course, gathering me up while I tried to explain what had happened through the hysterics I was in.
We traveled out to Neon Road but it didn't work, and as we were coming back home we decided to leave a note under his windshield wiper apologizing for scaring him. We never got to leave the note because as we were driving back to my home, we passed his car, only recognizable by the license plate number that Aly had memorized.


She is beautiful.

Art Room Conversations.

"I'd get shampoo, conditioner, AND body wash in my eyes, too, if I were listening to Enrique Iglesias in the shower. I'd put the whole bottle of shampoo in my eyes."
"What would you do if I bought you tickets to a joint concert with Clay Aiken and Enrique Iglesias?"
"I'd sell them for as much money as possible. No, I'd pay someone to take the tickets from me."



"Do you happen to have a leopard print jogging suit?"
"No, I just donated it to Goodwill last week"
"We should go buy it."
"It was probably a hot item, they probably put it in the window and it's got to be gone by now"



"Did you have a good weekend?"
"It was fine."
"Was it as good as Aly's weekend?!"
"Considering I don't know how good Aly's weekend was, I couldn't tell you if it was as good or not"
"I guarantee your weekend was not as good as Aly's."



Key:
Mr. Hach
Aly
Me

More Zombies

Uuuugn, Brains!

I find it slightly entertaining that there are shoes made for not walking and undergarments made solely for taking off.

We live in a time where there is no romance between people joined in marriage and children having sex. Where televisions and computers have undoubtedly taken over the world and most are ruled by the images in the media. We worship gods of sound, vision, and words. And lord, I have never lived so lovely in all my life. Give me more glorious things to look at, more useless objects to blow wealth on. We live in a material world, and I wont deny I'm a material girl. Dear, dear precious seller, I am but a consumer and I will not refuse you.


huh?.

Letters To Heather: The Final Entry

My initial plan was to sleep my way through whichever girls would sleep with me, enjoying their company but never getting attached. To keep myself occupied for another long year till my future could begin. But you fell away, calls becoming less frequent, my hopes dwindling to near nothing. My emotions were fried, my heart strings: severed. I had nothing left to give.
And so a harsh realization began to play in front of my eyes. I watched those months, I watched myself all those times I cried; like an old home movie where you cant believe that's you. And I began to feel pain. Pain I never let myself feel when I was with you because I was so determined to make you believe you were perfect for me because that's what I honestly believed.
You let me go, early one morning in September and I thought my world had ended. But my days kept passing and I kept breathing. And slowly I began to let go. Not because I wanted to, but because I had nothing left to hold on with. With letting go, I began to smile again. I went out, I had fun, and I went to sleep at night. I still get angry, I still hurt. I talk out loud the things I'd never tell you or anyone else about what I felt when I was with you, mostly right there at the end. How I felt abandoned. I only mentioned, for the first time, today how much it hurt for you to not be online that first day of school.
It started as something innocent. I couldn't handle anything remotely close to serious. Not after the last time. But after some time, your biggest fear came true.
I wake up in the morning, I go through my day, I come home at night and I don't feel sad. I don't think about you. And as much as I know this is hurting you, I am still going to say it.
You were a chapter of my life. A chapter I wont, I cannot forget. I never forget. It was amazing, terrible, trying, crying, heart breaking, hands shaking, first time, withdrawal, growing, knowing, and above all Love.
I wont forget you. I'll think of you when I pass through that city. When I hear those songs that was the soundtrack to that summer, that fall, that winter, spring, and the summer when it all exploded before my eyes. I'll credit you for the strength I've gained, and for showing me what love can really feel like.
I'll move on, just as I have already, move away from here, make a life I've always dreamed of. Maybe one day I'll see you somewhere, if you ask me if I remember...

I'll tell you you're crazy for even thinking that I wouldn't.

Feti

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I've become very much myself as of late. Probably something to do with this girl.

but who doesnt love genocide?

I like to sprinkle it on top of my aborted fetus cereal I eat before I go decapitate hookers and use their blood to paint graffiti on old women's houses to give them a heart attack so I can jump on their dead bodies because really, they are far more bouncy than trampolines





Uhm... what?

General Wearing Out Processes

Autobots. Axe Murderers. Inadequacy. Delirium. Melancholy. and ghosties moving the car.

a full twenty nine hours of nonloneliness.

today was too busy and passed too quickly but not quickly enough. I'm so restless.
I got a job. Yuck.

Mother Mother = a very refreshing and happy find.

I need monies. Cash Money. And a good book to read. And some time to finish all these paintings. Maybe I should do that right now...

Halloween was spectacular.